William had his arms looped tightly around Est’s neck, laughter bubbling from his lips as the music pounded around them, neon lights casting violet and blue across their skin. Est was holding him steady, one arm firm around his waist, the other gripping a half-spilled drink. “You’re really holding onto me, huh?” Est murmured, barely audible. William grinned, nose brushing Est’s cheek. “You’re the only thing that isn’t spinning.”